It is just a relationship.

To some, it is worthy of hell.

Full of kisses, hand holding and disagreements.

The lowest form of sin.

It will grow, blossom and mature.

For it, the wages equal damnation.

Yet, I am the anchor.

It began so innocently.

Yet, we will die persecuted.

In a very modern way…

Born to a society worshipping ancient text.

A love like any other.

A love not meant for the respect of law.

Yet, I am the anchor.

Maybe marriage.

Unholy.

Maybe kids.

Be damned.

Growing old.

Sinning the whole time.

Yet, I am the anchor.

Thanks for entering my world,

-Nathan